Instead of being purely based on one entity,
this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck
cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing
Duck.

Written By

Stef With a F

Disclaimers:

Disney owns most of these
characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the
characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery Ruddy,
Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the
future.

Author Notes:

This story is sequel of sorts to
the story Back to the Nest. You should be able to
catch the bulk of the story without reading Back to the
Nest, but it would give you more background on Bella
Widgeon. Though, if you plan on reading Back to the Nest,
this story reveals a major spoiler or two. Besides, I would love
to know what you think.

This story is rated PG-13 for
adult themes, but nothing really major.

*Chapter 6*

Chapter Notes:

Thank You to Brad
(comickook/nightw2) for use of his camera idea.

And Thank you Jenn for all
your help :)

Drake was pacing back and forth, when Morgana
came back down stairs, now empty-handed.

She placed her hands on Drake's shoulders.

"It's going to be all right," she
whispered slowly. "Just be glad, we didn't arrive through
the secret entrance?"

"They were sleeping! But that is beside
the point," Drake shouted, his thoughts elsewhere.

She started to massage his shoulders. She knew
that this simple gesture would help calm husband's nerves.

"Gosalyn is growing up, she is going to
start hang out more with boys other than just as friends,"
Morgana stated.

"But she is still my little girl!" he
shouted. "She's not a woman, not yet."

"But almost," Morgana informed.

"I should have installed cameras all over
the house hey I could still do that " Drake said
to himself.

"Dark " Morgana began.
"Want me to talk to her tomorrow? And besides even if you
had cameras "

Morgana left that thought incomplete, no need
to irk Drake anymore tonight. Unless Drake had a monitor on his
watch, he wouldn't have been able to chaperone Gosalyn tonight.
Without a live monitor, Drake wouldn't have found out about
Gosalyn and Huey until after the fact.

Morgana froze for moment. Oh God. Perish the
thought! Morgana shivered thinking of how their night out
might have went if Drake was consistently checking a monitor
checking on Gosalyn. Hopefully in reflection to recent events
this will not soon become a reality.

Drake rotated his neck, and Morgana resumed her
massage.

"It has been a long night. With
Quackerjack showing up at the Fair and all." Morgan stated.
"We both will benefit from a nice sleep."

"I should have sent you home to check on
Gosalyn instead of letting you bring the kids over to your
cousins' house." Drake stated.

"Let me?" Morgana asked in a warning
note.

"Argh! That's not what I
meant ." Drake said on the defensive.

Drake sighed. "I know you didn't see them
in a long time and the chance meeting at the carnival was an
opportunity to catch up It's just..."

"Thanks for letting us know," Daisy
responded. "Ready for the big concert?"

Dewey nodded. He glanced over to where his
uncle was pacing.

"What's wrong?" he asked his aunt.

"We were hoping Huey was with you. In fact
we were starting to get worried about you. I called over to
Jeffrey's house, his mother said you left quite a bit ago."

"Oh stopped for gas on the way home,"
Dewey answered.

Daisy looked at Dewey disapprovingly.

"Not a smart idea at this hour," she
simply stated.

"Yeah, well, I forgot earlier and it was
on E," Dewey explained.

Daisy was about to say something else when her
husband interrupted the conversation.

"Where's Huey?" Donald demanded.

Dewey took a deep breath. Uh oh! Uncle
Donald is one of his moods. Though granted this time it was
because he was worried.

Dewey decided to try to choose his words
carefully.

"Maybe he is at his friend's house?"
Dewey's suggested.

Donald mumbled something under his breath.

"He's grounded!" Donald shouted.

Huey walked off the bus. At this time of night,
the nearest bus stop was about a half mile from the house, so he
still had a fair amount a walking to do before he was home. He
glanced at his clock. It was now 1:20.

Huey sighed he was in mighty trouble now.

"Huey?" a familiar voice called.

Huey turned around and was shocked to what he
saw.

She was wearing a yellow shirt with a red rose,
accented with a black leather jacket. Her hair was a little
messy, but she had on eye make up and red lipstick.

It was his mother, and she was projecting the
aura of someone that just came from a date.

"What are you doing out so late?" she
asked. "Need a lift home?"

He was already very late, the difference of
being home in 5 or 15 minutes now would most likely not affect
his punishment.

Huey shook his head.

"Nah, I can walk," he answered.

Bella looked at her son with concerned eyes.

"Are you sure? It is not really that safe
to be walking this late at night. If you are worried about your
friends, chances are none of them would see us this time of
night. At least let me walk with you?" Bella offered.

"What about your bike mom?" Huey
asked.

Bella looked at her bike.

"I'll walk it home," she stated.
"It's not safe walking home alone this late at night."

Huey and Bella walked together for about half a
block when Huey stopped.

"Okay mom you can drive me home,"
Huey announced. He felt it a shame for anyone to walk such
glorious motorcycle.